Deep love: insatiable lover

Alonso was incredibly happy with the decision he had made.

Had he not taken his new equipment on a whim to an isolated and beautiful natural area to find inspiration for a photo shoot, he would not have come across Vanessa, who was injured and unconscious.

Bringing her back was one of the best decisions he could have made.

It was at least a thousand kilometres from where the accident had occurred, and in the opposite direction. Vanessa, who coincidentally had been rescued by Alonso, not only could not be found by Orlando, but also by Dylan.

Now he seemed surprisingly unsure whether it was a blessing or a curse.

-Why don’t you say something?

Vanessa kept waiting for Alonso to answer her question, but the other man just stared at her without saying anything. Apparently, he didn’t know her either and had only stumbled upon her wounded by chance, so he had saved her.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

-You don’t know me either, so who the hell am I?

Vanessa sighed and frowned with some headache.

She had no memory of herself now, and even less of a familiar face around her…. No one was panicked and apprehensive when faced with a situation like this. Vanessa certainly was.

-Don’t worry, since I saved you I will be responsible until the end. You are still injured and must stay in hospital for a while. In the meantime, I will come often to keep you company. I will take you for a check-up later. You must have suffered a nerve compression caused by the haematoma in your brain, and that is why you have lost your memory. As to whether it is permanent or temporary, we cannot yet draw a definite conclusion.

-Thank you.

Beyond that, Vanessa didn’t know what to say.

-By the way, until I remember who you are, to better address you and facilitate our communication. I’ll give you a name for now, okay?

-Good.

Vanessa had no choice but to trust the other woman, who had saved her life and seemed a bit cold, but not a bad person.

So he did not reject Alonso’s offer.

-Vanisa Cazalla. What do you think?

The name Alonso blurted out put Vanessa in a trance, she felt something familiar about him but couldn’t remember any clues. But from the name, she liked him.

-Good.

-Well then, I’ll call you Vanisa from now on. Rest for now, I’ll make arrangements and take you for a check-up later.

-Thank you.

-There is no need to be polite.

Alonso smiled, went over to cover Vanessa and turned to leave.

After a series of tests, Alonso was relieved to determine that the blood clot in Vanessa’s head had temporarily caused the memory loss and that nothing more dangerous had occurred.

This was the woman he had managed to save, and nothing should happen to her.

When he returned to the living room, Alonso let Vanessa rest while he went back to work. In the late afternoon, he returned to the living room with a nutritious meal he had bought and fed Vanessa.

Vanessa’s injuries would require a month’s hospitalisation, which was neither too long nor too short.

During this month, Alonso has been taking care of Vanessa.

Vanessa’s dependence on him has increased.

Unlike the heat here, almost the entire city of Pacific City is under a cloud.

A month is enough time for Dylan’s men to find Orlando and the driver he once hired. However, as it turns out, Orlando also failed to find Vanessa and the car accident separated them.

After catching the driver, Orlando, surprisingly, even took advantage of Dylan’s great disappointment to escape.

Mateo almost thanks him with his death for his mistake at work.

-Sir, there is still no news from Madam.

-Vanessa could not have vanished into thin air. According to the driver’s description, she didn’t have much strength and was injured at the time, so how far away could she have gone even if she had? If she was alone, she couldn’t have disappeared without a trace. Keep checking, if she existed, there must be traces.

I didn’t think I could turn the surrounding mountains upside down and still not get a clue!

As long as Vanessa was not found, Dylan could not rest easy.

-We haven’t given up and we’ve been looking. It’s just that it’s been raining a lot over there lately and a lot of the tracks have been washed away.

Matthew’s brow furrowed; the longer he dragged on, the more his chances of finding a clue diminished.

But there was nothing that could be done in the current situation but to endure the unbearable ordeal of waiting for a miracle.

-It’s my fault.

If Dylan had acted earlier, how could he have given Orlando time!

Yes, Dylan had now discovered that the one called Santiago was Orlando.

The two became friends when Orlando happened to live next door to the real Santiago on the cruise ship, and Santiago was so naive that she told Orlando a lot of personal stories about herself, including who she was.

When the cruiser crashed, Orlando took the opportunity to take all the documents from the seriously injured Santiago.

In order not to be exposed, he also destroyed Santiago’s face in the process, leaving his body disfigured and even incomplete.

Luckily for Orlando, he managed to get out of the wreck and then used the money to secretly find a private plastic surgery hospital to look like Santiago.

The truth was revealed only after Vanessa’s disappearance, which Dylan was not happy about.

He even felt very sorry.

-All right, get out of here.

Dylan said with a dishevelled look on his face.

Mateo looked at him, worried and wanting to say something, but finally turned and left without saying anything.

Whatever happens, this time we must find Orlando as soon as possible and get rid of him in the process.

Seeing that it was time, Dylan gathered his things and left the office.

It had been almost two months since Vanessa’s disappearance and Cecilia seemed to be getting used to not seeing her mother. She hid her sadness and fears from Dylan and tried to be a good girl.

Once recovered, Lucas suggested that Cecilia return to the kindergarten, as this could have a negative effect on her psychological state.

In fact, the effect has already been felt.

The once lively Cecilia became quiet, as if she had grown up and was no longer innocent and ignorant. Although Dylan continues to pamper her and act like a princess, she is maturing.

She would get up and eat by herself, take the maid’s hand and go to the nursery.

When he got home, he would read a book or draw a picture, making sure not to disturb Dylan.

The more informed and well-educated his daughter became, the more Dylan’s heart soured.

So today was not a busy day and I planned to pick Cecilia up from the nursery early.

The car arrived at the kindergarten entrance half an hour later.

It was still early and no other parents had arrived, so Dylan got out of the car and showed the doorman his pick-up card and was let in.

Cecilia was in the Strawberry class, which is the intermediate class.

Dylan quickly made his way to the Strawberry classroom and stood outside the window full of children looking into the classroom.

Sharp eyes soon found Cecilia.

The child sat quietly in her seat, with no smile on her little face. Amidst the joyful bustle and laughter of the children around her, Cecilia seemed to be getting quieter and quieter.